"And as you pray in your darkness for wings
to set you free you are bound to your silent legacy.
You've seen it in the movies and you've heard it on the
street. Craving the affection, your blood is full of
heat. They don't listen to your reasons, original as sin.
Deny all that you feel, they will bring you home again.
And as you pray in your darkness for wings to set you
free, you are bound to your silent legacy, Your body is
alive but no one told you how you'd feel the empty aching
hours trying to conceal. The natural progression the
coming of your age. But they cover it with shame. Turn it
into rage. You are digging for the answers until your
fingers bleed, to satisfy the hunger, to satiate the
need. They feed you on the guilt. To keep you humble keep
you low. Some man and myth they made up a thousand years
ago. Mothers tell your children: be quick, you must be
strong. Life is full of wonder, love is never wrong.
Remember what they taught you, how much of it was fear.
Refuse to hand it down. The legacy stops here. Oh my
child "-Melissa Etheridge "Silent
Legacy"

"Are you out of your mind?" Derek Rayne
stared with disbelief at his mother. "No, I am one
hundred percent serious," Barbara Rayne replied.
"This is what your father would have wanted and, by
God, you're going to do it." Derek sighed.
"Mother, I can't marry someone just because you want
me to. You didn't make Ingrid do this!" Barbara
laughed. "Derek, your sister is a nun. Besides you
know Kym, you have for years. Why is this a
problem?" Derek couldn't believe his mother. He was
twenty- eight years old, much too old for his mother to
be telling him what to do, and especially too old to have
his wife chosen for him. That just wasn't done anymore!
Not in this day and age, no way. "This is not done
anymore," Derek echoed his thoughts. "Here it
is," Barbara said firmly. Derek rubbed his temple
and closed his eyes. I wonder what Kym is thinking.

("Sometimes I want to rip out your throat, Daddy.
I want to hurt you like you hurt me."*)

"Are you insane!" Kym Gardner cried.
"Have you lost your mind?" "No, Kymberlee,
I am still as sane as I ever was. However, you are still
going to marry Derek Rayne," Bruce Gardner replied.
Kym looked to her brother for help. Aaron shrugged as if
to say "don't ask me." She tried a different
approach. "Daddy, people don't arrange their
children's marriages anymore." Bruce stood his
ground. "Winston Rayne and I made these arrangements
years ago, when you two were still children. I will not
let this go." She closed her eyes. She knew that her
father wasn't going to give in. "Daddy, Bernardo
died," Kym said. "I'm really not ready to marry
anyone right now." Bruce's eyes darkened. "I
really don't care," he said. "I have given you
plenty of time and you are better off this way. Derek is
a wonderful person and he will make a fine husband. Case
closed."

("Nothing I want's out of my reach. I'm
free!"*)

Knock. Knock. Kym looked up; someone was knocking on
her door. "Come in," she called. Derek stepped
into the room. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
Kym shook her head. "No, no," she said.
"How are you?" "All right," he
studied her pretty face. "How are we going to get
out of this?" she asked. Of course Derek has a plan,
Kym thought. Derek always has a plan. However, now he
just shrugged. "I don't think we have a
choice." Kym grew angry. "We always have a
choice. They can't do this!" "They just
did," Derek said. "You're just like your
father!" Kym shouted. Derek stood up. "And for
once you might want to agree to just one thing!" Of
all the nerve. "I will not have my life decided for
me!" "You already have!" Derek shouted.
"NO!" Kym cried. Derek yanked open the door.
"Too late Kym!" He left quickly and without
saying good bye.

"That's good," Barbara looked at Derek.
"You look very nice." "There's still time
to call this thing off," Derek said desperately.
Barbara smiled. "I wish your father was alive to see
this," was all she said.

"And by the power vested in me by the state of
California I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may
kiss the bride." Derek and Kym exchanged a terrified
look. Kiss each other? Derek leaned over and gave Kym a
shy kiss on the mouth. Kym let Derek kiss her, but she
was sobbing inside. Why are they doing this to me? She
wondered. The two of them suffered through the
"celebration"; both were very quiet and
withdrawn. Until, that is, Bruce opened his mouth.
"Well, since you two will be living together in San
Francisco, I assume you want to get settled in as quickly
as possible. Unfortunately, I couldn't book you a flight
until tomorrow. So tonight, you two will be staying at my
condo. Have fun," he handed Derek the keys. Derek
felt fear overcome him. Oh, my God, he thought. That's
right! For this marriage to be legal it has to
be consummated. He took a quick look at Kym who
looked as terrified as he did.

"Um, Derek?" Kym said as the entered the
condo. "Yes?" he replied. "How about you
sleep in the guest room and I'll take the master
bedroom?" Kym suggested. He nodded. "Yes, I
think that would be best. May I use your phone?"
"It's right over there," she pointed. "I'm
guessing you want to check in with the Legacy."
"Yes, although, I'm sure Jonathan can handle things
there for awhile." Kym nodded absently. Just like
his father, she thought. Just like my father. She only
half listened while Derek checked in. "Everything
all right?" "Just fine," Derek replied.
Kym sighed. "Well, I'm going to sleep now. Good
night Derek." "Good night," he watched her
go.

"Hello, Dr. Rayne, Mrs. Rayne," Dominick
greeted them. Mrs. Rayne, Kym thought. That's who I am
now. "Please call me Kym," she corrected
Dominick. "Yes, madam," he replied. She sighed.
And they tell me there is a God. "Come," Derek
said, taking her arm. "I'll show you your
room." "We won't be staying together?" Kym
inquired. "Not in the beginning." She didn't
know whether to be relieved or disappointed. He showed
her to a lovely room that was across the hall from his
own. "You will be staying here, is this all
right?" "Yes," she replied. "This is
fine." Her voice sounded dull, but she didn't even
try to mask it. Derek shifted uncomfortably. "Well,
then, I'll let you settle in. Okay?"
"Yes," Kym answered mechanically. Yes sir, no
sir, this is fine sir. "Let's at least try to be
friends," Derek said. "I promise you, it won't
be that difficult." "Derek?" He turned to
face her. "Yes?" "Doesn't this feel a
little weird to you?" Kym asked. "You mean
having my life decided for me? I'm used to it."
"No," she said slowly. "What I meant was,
I mean, Alicia only died recently here we are "
her voice trailed off. Derek's eyes grew hard. "I
never had any sort of romance with Alicia." Kym
smiled weakly. "Come on, Derek. I saw the way you
looked at her. There was something there."
"Nothing that I wish to discuss with you," he
snapped. "We eat in an hour, I will see you
then." Derek quickly retreated. Once in the hallway
he regretted being so harsh. Kym was just trying to
identify with him, after all. "Derek!" Jonathan
Boyle stepped into view. "How are you?" Derek
shrugged. "All right I suppose." Jonathan was
sympathetic. "I'm sorry, Derek. But it's not like
Kym is a bad person." "She's a fine
person," Derek agreed. "But she's not very
agreeable." Jonathan laughed. "Neither are you,
my boy."

Kym lay down and closed her eyes. How do I get through
this? She wondered. Please someone help me.
"Kym," Derek knocked on her door. "It's
time to eat." She stood up. "Yes, Derek."
Kym went into the hallway. He smiled at her. "If I
may escort you, madam." He's trying, Kym thought.
He's really trying, so I can try too. "I would be
honored," she said, looping her arm through his. The
two of them ate in silence for a time. Then Derek said,
"So what do you think of San Francisco?" Kym
looked up "Oh it's fine," she said. "A lot
different than New York, though." "Yes,"
Derek agreed. "It is, but it's still nice
here." Kym nodded. "Does it ever get sunny
here?" Derek laughed. "Of course! Not as often
as you would like it, but it does." ("You stood
in my doorway, with nothing to say, besides some comment
on the weather."*)

He smiled at her. "Don't you want to call your
friends or something like that?" "You mean to
tell them how I'm doing?" Kym asked. "I suppose
I should." "Excuse me, Derek?" Jonathan
stepped in and glanced at Kym. "I'm sorry to
interrupt, but we finally got that section
translated." Derek stood up. "Excuse me,"
he said to Kym. She nodded. "Of course." Maybe
I will call my friends, she thought. "Oh,
Derek?" she called. "Hmm?" "Can we
talk later?" she asked. Derek smiled. "Of
course." Jonathan and Derek entered the lab.
"So what does it say?" Derek questioned.
"What does it matter? You should spend a little more
time with your wife," Jonathan informed him.
"We just got married a few days ago," Derek
said. "Get off my case." Jonathan shrugged.
"Whatever. Basically what this thing says is
this curse that was placed upon my family lives on
in the descendents.' Where did you get this thing,
Derek?" "Kym's brother, Raymond, of the New
York house," Derek answered. "All right,"
Jonathan said. "I'll try and figure out what this
is, okay? Didn't Kym say she needed to talk to you?"
Derek nodded absently. "Yeah."

"Kym?" Derek entered the study. "You
needed to speak with me?" She grinned at him.
"Yes. Derek I am twenty- one years old."
"Yes you are," he agreed. "I want finish
go to college," Kym announced. Derek was taken
aback. "You want to finish college?" he
repeated. "Yes," Kym said firmly. "Can
I?" "Yes," Derek said. "Absolutely.
Where would you like to go?" "I received a
scholarship from Berkley, so I can stay in San
Francisco," she sounded very proud of herself. Derek
was very proud of her. "Wonderful." Maybe
everything will work out after all.

Jonathan sat in the lab and continued to translate the
parchment. His children shall pay and his children's
children alike. They will suffer the way I have suffered,
only at my hands. They shall never find happiness or
safety. All he has shall be mine. How strange, Jonathan
thought. The paper contained a curse of some kind, yet on
whom he did not know. He was never mentioned by name, but
obviously hated. Jonathan had a bad feeling about this.

Derek Rayne tossed and turned in his bed. He couldn't
get comfortable for some reason. I just can't get to
sleep, he thought. Derek heard footsteps in the hall. He
rose to investigate. Derek stepped into the hall and saw
that Kym was there too. "Oh, um, hi," she said.
"Hi," he replied. "I couldn't sleep,"
Kym stammered unnecessarily. Derek smiled at her.
"Neither could I." "So what do you want to
do?" Kym questioned. Stupid question, she thought.
What do all men want to do? But Derek wasn't like all
men. "I'm going to go and see what I can get off the
document your brother sent us," he told her.
"Oh," somehow she should have figured. Derek
caught her tone. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Kym said, quickly. "This house
is just so creepy is all." Derek laughed softly.
"Yes, but its not haunted." Kym glanced around.
"Are you sure about that?" Derek grew
concerned. She didn't sound like she was kidding.
"Do you want to come with me?" Kym nodded.
"Would that bother you?" "Not in the
least," he was thankful for the company.

They entered the lab. "So what exactly is this
thing about?" Kym asked. "Raymond was very
vague." "The document is very vague,"
Derek said. "It speaks mostly of a curse and the
price to be paid." She nodded. "Average run of
the mill stuff in the Legacy." Her voice was bitter.
Derek looked at her. "Why do you hate this so
much?" Kym's eyes grew cold. "I suffered
through it my entire life. It has been my entire life.
Just once I'd like to think there's no such thing
as ghosts' and actually be able to believe it."
Derek smiled sadly. "Wouldn't we all?" Kym
continued. "It's a commitment for the rest of my
life. Just like that. Same with you, Derek. You realize
that they have given us a life commitment without any
choice?" "Yes," he said slowly. "But
we always have a choice.' "What do you mean?"
"You have a choice," Derek said. "You can
leave this house right now and never look back. You could
have said I don't', but you didn't." "My
father would have killed me," Kym insisted.
"You had a choice, you just didn't like the
consequences," Derek informed her. Kym sat back.
He's right, she realized. I could have backed out of all
of this at any time. Kym was horrified when she felt
tears spring to her eyes. "You're right," she
agreed.

("And I tried, oh I tried to hold you, but
you were young and you were wild. But I will never be the
same."*)

Derek shrugged. "Doesn't matter." Kym
tactfully changed the subject. "So what is this
thing written in?" she asked. "Gaelic,"
Derek replied. "Gaelic," Kym repeated, a funny
feeling coming over her. "You all right?" She
blinked. "Oh yeah, sure. Just got a little dizzy
there for a sec," she stood up. "Maybe I should
lay down." Derek rose. "Let me help you,"
he said. "No, I'm all right," Kym started to
say, but her knees buckled and she fell forward into his
arms. Derek caught her easily. "Sure you are,"
he said looking at her. Kym closed her eyes. His breath
felt warm. "I am," she whispered. Derek gently
helped her up. "Uh huh. Do you want me to carry
you?" Her eyes snapped open. "No, I'm
fine." Derek's eyes twinkled, but there was concern
hidden behind them. "No, I don't think you are.
Please, I want to help you back." Kym suddenly felt
weak. "All right," she agreed. She barely
noticed when Derek lifted her easily off the ground and
into his arms. "What do you see?" he asked. Kym
blinked. "I see, fire, death, and you."
"Me?" Derek was startled. "What am I
doing?" "I-I don't know." Derek placed her
on her bed. "All right then. You get some sleep,
okay? I'll see you in the morning."
"Morning," Kym mumbled, already half asleep.
Derek left the room and silently closed the door behind
him. Fire, death and me. He thought. What an odd vision.
Jonathan poked his head in the hall. "Is everything
all right?" he asked. "Yes," Derek
replied. "Fine. Shouldn't you be at home with your
family?" "I suppose I should be," Jonathan
agreed. "Did you make any progress?" Derek
shook his head. "No, not much actually. Kym saw
something." Jonathan ran a hand through his hair.
"Well, okay, then. I don't think I want to know.
Good night Derek." "Yeah, good night,"
Derek said, his mind still on Kym's vision.

Derek looked up as he heard Kym coming down the stairs
the next morning. "Hi," she greeted him.
"Good morning," he smiled at her. "How are
you today?" "Fine," she answered, feeling
her face flush. "I'm sorry about last night."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Derek
assured her. "I'm just glad you're feeling
better." Kym nodded. "Yeah, I'm all
right." Derek set the paper down. "How did you
enjoy your first night in San Francisco?" "Very
nice," she smiled. "Thank you for helping me
out last night." "It was my pleasure." If
you only knew, Derek thought. "Hello young
lovers," Jonathan said as he entered the dining
room. Derek grinned at his friend. "Good morning.
How are you?" "Fine," they both replied in
unison. He rolled his eyes. "Oh, how cute. Derek, I
finished some more of the translation. It's in the
lab." Derek nodded. "Oh, yes, thank you."
"Say hi to Nick for me," Kym offered. Jonathan
smiled. "You bet." He left. Kym struck up a
conversation. "Do you want children, Derek?" He
paused. "Yes, I suppose. Someday that would be
nice." Another pause. "Do you?" Kym
shrugged. "I used to. Now, I'm not so sure."
"Why not?" She can't stand me. He thought.
"Truth? Because I just don't want to raise my child
in the Legacy," she smiled sadly. "I can't do
that to a baby." Derek nodded. "I understand. I
suppose it isn't fair." He stood. "I think I
should go look at the document. You will excuse me?"
Kym nodded. "Sure." He doesn't want to be with
me for more than ten minutes. He smiled and made a hasty
retreat.

"We've been working on this thing for a
month," Jonathan complained. His friend laughed
softly. "These things take time," Derek said.
"You didn't think it would be done in a week did
you?" "I had hoped," Jonathan muttered. He
brightened. "So how are things with you and the
missus?" Derek rolled her eyes. "Her name is
Kym. Her last name isn't even Rayne, she decided that
Kymberlee Gardner' was much better." Jonathan
winced. "Ouch. So no progress?" Derek shook his
head. "None." "Derek," Jonathan
leaned in closer, even though the room was empty.
"Is this marriage legal?" Derek looked up.
"We don't sleep in the same room," he said, by
way of an answer. His friend considered. "Seems
strange," he commented. "How's that?"
"Well," Jonathan began. "You two are
obviously attracted to each other, I've seen the glances
that were exchanged. Plus, you're good for each
other." Derek remained silent.

"So after all this time it's
still nothing?" Cassie inquired of her sister.
"Nope," Kym shook her head. "Nada."
"How very " Cassie struggled to suppress a
laugh. "Frustrating that must be."
"Cassandra," Kym glared at her sister. "I
am very busy with my classes and Derek has his
work." "Oh little sister," Cassie was all
and out laughing now. "You two are meant for each
other!"

("I could lose my heart tonight if you don't
turn and walk away. Cause the way I feel I might lose
control and let you stay. Cause I could take you in my
arms and never let go. I could fall in love with you, I
could fall in love with you"*)

"You wanted to see me?" Kym asked as she
entered the lab. "Yes," Derek said briskly.
"Where can we contact your brother?" "He's
in Amsterdam right now. Derek, what is this about?"
Derek laid his hand flat on the translation. "This
journal details a very serious curse placed on the enemy
of the author. I need to find out who this enemy is. Do
you have a number where we can reach Raymond?" Kym
shook her head. "No, no, but I can get one."
She looked at him and he saw a face filled with fear. I
scared her. Derek realized. I didn't want to do that. He
took her hand. "It will be all right," he
assured her. "I'm just being cautious." Kym
nodded. "All right," she murmured. Her
conversation with Cassie came flooding back to her. It
must be very frustrating. Derek's mouth was inches
from hers. She leaned over and gently kissed him. He was
surprised, to say the least. Nevertheless, he kissed her
back. Somehow, that one little kiss turned into a great
passionate kiss, unlike either of them had ever felt
before. Suddenly, Kym jerked away. "I'm sorry,"
she stammered. "I don't know what came over me.
I-" Derek placed a finger to her lips to silence
her. "It's all right," he said. Kym backed
away. "I'm sorry, I'll go and get Raymond's
number." She retreated quickly. Derek watched her
go. He wanted to say, "don't go!" but something
held his tongue.

"Well, Kym," her father said. "I'm not
sure how you can reach Raymond." A pause. "Last
I heard he was in Amsterdam. He's not there now?"
Kym placed a hand to her forehead. "No, apparently
not. And you have no idea where he is?" "No,
I'm sorry sweetie. How's Derek?" Some things never
change. "He's fine," Kym replied. "Can you
please just try to find out where Raymond is,
please?" "Yes, of course," Bruce said.
"I'll get on it right away." "Thank you.
Good bye Dad," Kym hung up the phone. "Any
luck?" Derek asked, coming up behind her. Kym jumped
about ten feet. "Oh, no," she said. "My
dad doesn't know where he is either. Do you think it's
that serious?" Derek shrugged. "Probably
not," he sat down beside her. "Kym?"
"Hmm?" Derek paused. He had no idea what he was
going to say. He wasn't sorry they had kissed and he
wasn't sorry they had married. He opened his mouth,
closed it and kissed her. What in God's name is he doing?
Kym wondered. Still she didn't pull away. Why am I doing
this? Derek asked himself. He didn't break the kiss. Kym
had no idea how long she and Derek kissed for. All she
knew was that she enjoyed it, a lot. Ring! They
reluctantly pulled apart and looked at each other. Ring!
Derek grabbed the receiver. "Derek Rayne."
"Derek," a voice boomed in his ear. "This
is Bruce Gardner. May I please speak to my
daughter?" "Of course," Derek said. He
offered the phone to Kym. "It's your father."
My father? She mouthed. Kym pushed her hair back and took
the phone. "Hello?" "Kym! I've found your
brother. He's in Cairo. Would you like the number?"
Kym nodded. "Yes definitely." She took the
phone away from her mouth and said to Derek. "Could
I have pen and paper please?" He handed it to her.
"Thanks. Okay, Dad go ahead." Bruce rattled off
a number where Raymond was staying. "Great,"
Kym said. "Thanks. Okay, bye!"
"Wonderful," Derek said. "Now, we can take
our minds off of this and onto other things."
"Other things," Kym repeated. Derek leaned
forward, as if to kiss her again. Kym backed up.
"Maybe I should call Ray," she said. Derek
nodded. "I'll call Jonathan."

"Hello, Ray? It's Kym?" Kym twirled the
phone cord in her hand. "Hi, Kym. What's up?"
Ray asked his sister. "Well, do you remember the
journal you gave Derek?" she asked.
"Sure." "Where did you get it?" Kym
inquired Ray paused. "Did you get it
translated?" "Derek and Jonathan have finished
most of it, yes," Kym answered. "Where did you
get it?" Ray didn't answer. "Is it bad?"
"It could be. Raymond, who gave it to you?" Kym
insisted. Static on the other end of the line.
"Ray?" Kym said. "Ray? Ray?" The line
went dead. Weird, Kym thought. Well, I'll call him later.

"What happened with Ray?" Derek asked.
"I got through, but we were cut off before he could
tell me anything else," Kym replied. She shivered,
"Is it cold in here?" Derek shrugged. "No,
not really. So Ray didn't tell you anything?"
"No, he just wanted to know how serious it
was." Derek looked down at the journal. "I
suppose it can wait," he said rather reluctantly.
"You bet it can!" the pretty redhead agreed.
Derek smiled. "You had something else in mind?"
Kym blushed. "I just have to study, is all."
Derek was disappointed. "Oh all right," he
said. "I'll catch up with you later, then?" Kym
nodded. "You betcha."

Kym couldn't concentrate on her studies. Her mind kept
drifting to Derek. We have a very strange relationship,
she thought. I should probably hate him for controlling
my life, but I don't somehow. Just the opposite, in fact.
The realization hit her like a freight train. I think I'm
falling in love with him.

In his office, Derek was having his own troubles. He
was worried about Kym's call to her brother, more worried
than he had let on. There was some reason Ray was
concerned about their safety, and Derek wanted to know
what it was. Strange as it was, Derek was extraordinarily
concerned about Kym's welfare. He had grown rather
attached to her in the past few months. To be truthful,
he couldn't imagine life without her. Derek leaned back
and closed his eyes. Imagine that, he thought. I'm in
love with my wife. Who would have thought?

Kym had called her brother at least a dozen times.
Make that thirteen, she thought wryly as she hung up the
phone. "Any luck?" Jonathan inquired.
"No," Kym replied. "It's so weird! I
called him a week ago, you would think he would have
called back." "Yes," Jonathan agreed.
"Perhaps he hasn't been around a phone."
"Perhaps," Kym muttered, her concern for her
brother growing.

CAIRO Raymond Gardner hung up his cell phone. He was
frustrated. You would think that Kym or Derek would have
tried to reach me by now, he thought. But so far, neither
his sister nor his brother in law had called for him; and
there was no answer at Angel Island. This is too strange,
Ray decided. Even if Kym and Derek had gone away, which I
doubt, the servants would still be there. An uneasy
feeling settled over him and no matter what he did he
just couldn't shake it.

"Ik spreek geen Nederlands," Kym stumbled
over the words. "Ik sprayk geen Nederlands."
Derek Rayne was laughing hysterically. He couldn't help
it. "It's not funny!" Kym said, trying to sound
mad. "This is a very difficult language!" Derek
knew he shouldn't laugh, he had had many problems while
trying to master English. But somehow, hearing Kym
butcher his native tongue made him want to laugh until he
cried. "I'm sorry, Kym," he gasped. "But
you just sound so funny!" Now she began to laugh.
"I know," she said. "But you could be a
little ni-nicer about it!" Now they were both
laughing too hard to speak. In fact, Kym laughed so hard
she nearly toppled over. When Derek reached out to steady
her, he remembered that night in the lab when she had
fallen and he had caught her. Their laughter slowly
trailed off as Kym realized that Derek had made no move
to take his hands off her shoulders. He leaned in slowly
and then he kissed her. Kym closed her eyes and let
herself melt away. It felt so good to be held, no one had
held her since Bernardo died. Derek didn't want to stop
at just a kiss. He wanted to keep holding her. Don't let
this end, he pleaded silently. Don't let the phone ring,
or Jonathan walk in, or anything like that. Nothing
interrupted them; it was as if Derek's prayers had been
answered. The two of them continued kissing, but they
didn't let it stop at that

(Author's note: Okay, you all know what happens
next. I'm just not the sort of person who can write in
detail about that-sorry! Just use your imagination! =)
-Selena)

Kym and Derek lay silently in his bed. What have we
done? Kym asked herself. How could we have done that? Oh,
Lord, Derek thought. How could I act on my emotions like
that? "Derek?" Kym said. "Yes?" he
replied. She's going to tell me that this was a mistake.
"Remember the other night, when you said that we
always had a choice?" Kym asked. "Yes," he
answered. "What about it?" "Well,"
she began. "If I had a choice, then you must have
had a choice. Why didn't you back out when you had the
chance?" Derek sighed. "Well, maybe I didn't
want to." Kym was confused. "Didn't want
to?" He kissed her forehead. "Well, love, I'm
exhausted," he closed his eyes, ending the
conversation. "Good night," Kym whispered.
"Good night," Derek said, wrapping his arms
around her to ensure that she would stay the night. Kym
stayed put, she couldn't think of any place she'd rather
be.

When Kym awoke the next morning the sun was shining on
her face, but Derek was gone. She sat up and rubbed her
eyes. "Derek?" she called. "Derek, where
are you?" He appeared in the doorway and smiled.
"Right here. Don't worry." Kym found herself
smiling back. "I wasn't worried. Why don't you come
back here?" Derek strode over to the bed and kissed
her. "Good morning. How are you?"
"Wonderful," she replied, relishing every
second of his kiss. "Umm, so what would you like to
do today?" Kym pressed a hand to her heart.
"You mean you aren't going to spend all day in the
lab? Oh, Lord help me I feel faint!" Derek laughed.
"Well, I can do that, I should do that. Jonathan has
decided to spend the day with his kids. But I'd rather
stay with you." Kym fell back and rested her head on
the pillow. "I like Jonathan's kids, little Nick is
so cute." Derek nodded in agreement. "Yes, he's
cute, and so smart too!" Kym yawned. "I need a
shower," she announced. Derek smiled broadly at her.
"Alone!" she said laughing. "You go sleep
or work, or whatever." "All right, all
right," he gave up. "You'll come find me when
you're done, okay?" "Sure," Kym answered.
"Que quiseria!" Derek rested his forehead
against hers. "What does that mean?" "What
ever you want," Kym answered.

What ever you want. The words echoed in his mind. The
only problem was that Derek didn't know what he wanted.
He wanted to have a relationship with Kym, yet he knew
that with his Legacy work that might not be possible. You
have to tell her how you feel, a little voice inside his
head said. I know, I know. Derek conceded. I have to tell
her my feelings. But what if she doesn't feel the same
way?

Kym hummed a soft tune as the water rushed over her
body. I have to do something about Derek, she thought. I
have to tell him how I feel. No! She cried silently. I
can't. I need a normal life, and that's the one thing
that Derek can't give me. But you love him, a soft voice
whispered. You know you do. Yes, Kym agreed. I love him
and I have to tell him.

Ring! "Derek Rayne," Derek answered the
phone. "Derek, its Ray. I've been trying to call you
for a week. Where the hell have you two been?" The
Dutchman was puzzled. "We've been right here, Ray.
Kym said that she couldn't get in touch with you."
Raymond sighed. "I was afraid of this." A loud
crackle of static caused both men to pull the phones away
from their ears. "Afraid of what?" Derek
shouted to be heard. "Derek, the document was my
father's!" Ray shouted back. "I got it from
him." And then the line went dead. Derek looked at
the phone with a puzzled look on his face. The scroll was
Bruce's? Why hadn't he mentioned it? Kym walked up behind
him. "Hi, honey. Who was on the phone?" Derek
remained thoughtful. "Your brother." Kym
smiled. "My brother? You finally found him? That's
great. What did he say?" "Hey said that he got
the journal from your father," Derek answered. Now
Kym was puzzled. "My father's? Why would my father
give it to Ray rather than just giving it to us
directly?" "I wish I knew," Derek said.

("I will give everything, I will fight, I
will bleed. I will lay down my life, if that's what you
need."*)

"Should I call my father?" Kym asked.
"That would probably be a good idea," Derek
said. "But let us finish translating it first."
Kym nodded. "Yes that would probably be best. How's
it coming?" "Very well," he said .
"We should be done with it by the end of the
week." Now he smiled, rather impishly, Kym thought
and said. "How was your shower?" Kym gave him a
grin of her own. "Very refreshing." Derek
laughed and placed his hand against her cheek. Kym closed
her eyes as his lips met hers. I could get used to this,
she thought as they kissed. I could get very used to
this.

"Kym?" "Hmm?" came the reply. She
was busy trying to type up a report for one of her
classes. Tell her, his heart urged. But Derek balked at
the last second. "What's your major?"
"Psychology/parapsychology. I figure if I'm stuck in
the Legacy, I might as well do something good for
it," she answered. "Hmm, yes," Derek said.
He paused trying to think of something to say. Turns out
he didn't need to worry. "Derek?" Kym said.
"What should I say to my father? When I call him, I
mean." Derek considered. "Ask him about the
journal. But be up front, don't just hint." She
nodded. "Okay." Silence. "Kym, were you a
happy child?" Derek asked finally to fill the
silence. His question surprised her. "Yes, I suppose
so." He raised an eyebrow. "You never resented
the Legacy?" She laughed. "I've always resented
the Legacy! From the day I was old enough to know what it
was, I resented it." A pause. "And now here I
am, in the thing I despise most." Derek was hurt.
Did she mean him? Kym seemed to pick up on his last
thought. "Oh, not you Derek! In fact, if I had to be
forced to marry someone, I'm glad they made me marry
you." It was rather off kilter for a compliment, but
Derek felt flattered anyway. "I feel the same way
about you," he said. "Do you ever think about
the fact that our father's basically traded us?" Kym
inquired. Derek smiled. "I remember when you were a
child, my father used to say someday you're going
to marry Kym'. I thought he was kidding, why would I
marry a baby?" That made them both laugh. "I
guess we both grew up," Kym said. "I
guess," Derek agreed. "And for the
better." "Yeah," Kym said softly. Now
would be the perfect time to tell him how you feel.
"Derek, I-" "Kym, I-" They both
stopped speaking. "You first," Derek said
awkwardly. "Derek, I" Kym paused. I can't do
it, she thought. "I'm starving," she finished.
He smiled sadly. "All right then. Come along
madam." "Thank you sir," Kym's smile was
just as sad as her husband's was.

("Should have made my move when you looked in
my eyes. Cause by now I'd know you feel the way that I
do, and I'd whisper these words as you'd lie here by my
side. I love you, please say that you love me too. These
three words, they could change our lives forever."*)

Jonathan Boyle was glad that Derek and Kym had finally
come to their senses. It's about damn time, he thought as
he translated the document from Kym's father. There was
something about it that disturbed Jonathan. He wasn't
psychic like Derek or Kym, but he just had a gut feeling
about this thing. So far all it seemed to talk about was
"an eye for an eye". I wish Kym would call her
father and find out where he got this, Jonathan thought
sourly. But Kym seemed to have more important things on
her mind, especially a certain person by the name of Dr.
Derek Rayne. Jonathan finished the translation, and for a
moment he could only sit, stunned. Finally, Jonathan got
up, grabbed the journal, and raced out of the lab to find
Derek.

Derek was sitting in the library, reading and just
enjoying his free time. Suddenly, Jonathan came running
in. "Derek!" he cried. His Dutch friend looked
up. "Hello, Jonathan. Made any progress?"
Jonathan set the book down. "Yes, the whole thing.
Derek, you'd better call Mr. Gardner right away."
Derek felt fear swell in his chest. "What's
wrong?" he asked. Jonathan took a deep breath.
"Derek, according to this document, a curse has been
place on the enemy of the writer. And he will reappear
forty years from the last date in the journal. And,
Derek, that is one week from today." Time stopped.
Derek stopped breathing. When he started again, he tried
to remain calm. "All right, I'll call Bruce. Not one
word of this to Kym until we know what we're dealing
with. Okay?" Jonathan nodded. "All right."
But deep down inside he wondered if Derek was doing the
right thing.

Going to bed that night was awkward for both Kym and
Derek. Kym wasn't sure of what Derek would do, and Derek
wasn't sure of what Kym would do. In the end, they kissed
good night in the hallway and went to their separate
rooms. That was weird, Kym thought. I had hoped that that
scene could have been avoided. She closed her eyes and
sleep over took her. Derek lay his head down. I should
have asked her to stay, he thought. Kym should be here
beside me. He sighed and closed his eyes. Derek awoke
three hours later, to the sound of screams. It took him a
moment to realize that Kym was the one screaming. When he
did, however, he wasted no time running into her room.
Kym Gardner was trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't
get free of. Derek grabbed her and shook her. "Kym,
Kym it's me!" he said. "It's Derek." Still
in her dream state and not realizing who he was, Kym
began to fight him. He just kept repeating, "It's
Derek, it's Derek" over and over. Kym cried out as
she awoke. She knew where, she was she was safe. Seeing
Derek sitting beside her, Kym smiled weakly. "Did I
scream?" He nodded. "Yes, you did.
Nightmare?" Kym shivered. "Yes." Derek
hugged her. "The same one, about Bernardo?"
"Yes," she whispered, clinging to him.
"Are you all right?" Derek asked. "I think
so," her voice was shaking. He stood as if to leave.
"No, wait, don't go," Kym grabbed his hand.
"Please Derek, I'm scared, will you stay with
me?" Derek was surprised, but he nodded. "Of
course." He walked to the other side of the bed and
climbed in beside her. Kym lay back down, and rolled over
so she was facing him. "I won't leave," he
promised. She smiled. "Thanks." And then her
eyes closed and she was asleep. Derek remained awake and
gently stroked her hair. Oh, Kym, he thought. I hope
nothing ever hurts you again.

Kym awoke the next morning to find that they had
rolled over in the night. Now, she and Derek were
sleeping spoon style and his face was buried in her hair.
I hope he doesn't choke, she thought with a smile. Derek
stirred in his sleep. He was coming awake slowly. Where
am I? He thought groggily. As he became more conscious he
remembered last nights events. Derek opened his eyes and
was face to face with Kym's hair. He inhaled deeply.
Roses, Derek thought. Her hair smells like roses.
"Good morning," he whispered. "Good
morning," she whispered back. Derek was surprised,
he didn't think she was awake. "How are you?"
Kym snuggled against him. "Fine, how are you?"
"Wonderful," he pressed his cheek against her
hair. "Mmm, we should get up," Kym said.
"It's already," she checked her clock.
"5:30 I guess we don't have to get up."
"No," Derek agreed. "We don't have
to." Kym craned her neck and looked up at him. Derek
kissed her. It lasted for only a second, when Kym smiled
at him. "Wait," she said. He closed his eyes
briefly. "What?" Kym slipped from the bed.
"I have to brush my teeth." He was amazed.
"You what?' "Have to brush my teeth," she
flashed him a smile. Derek flopped back down, then
thinking the better of it he got up and brushed his own
teeth. He got back before Kym did and lay down again. I'm
still so tired, Derek thought, closing his eyes. He felt
Kym slide into bed beside him. "Hi," he said,
opening his eyes. "Hi," she replied with that
gentle smile of hers. This time it was she who kissed
him. Derek thoroughly enjoyed it. He wrapped his arms
around her and pulled her close. I love you, he thought.

Calling Bruce Gardner was on Derek's top ten list of
things he didn't want to do. What on Earth will I say to
the man? He wondered. Excuse me, but this thing is going
to kill someone and we'd like to know whom?
"Gardner." The moment of truth had arrived.
Derek took a deep breath. "Bruce, this is
Derek." "Well, hello, son. How are you?"
"Fine," Derek replied. "We translated that
journal." "Oh the one that Raymond gave
you?" Derek kept his voice even. "The one that
you gave him." Bruce paused. "Oh, I see. Well,
Derek, what does it say?" Derek told him exactly
what it said. "So in less than one week this demonic
force will wreak havoc on the enemy's descendants. Who is
the journal speaking of?" "God, no," Bruce
whispered. "Derek, your father is the enemy being
spoken of. It's coming for you." Derek gulped.
"Why is my father the enemy?" "Your father
killed the writer, Charles, when you were younger.
Charles had crossed to the dark side," Bruce said.
"And now Charles is coming for revenge on me,"
Derek finished up. "Yes, son, I'm afraid so."
Derek hung up the phone in shock. My God, he thought.
What am I going to do?

Kym sat very still, unable to speak. "It's coming
for you?" she whispered. Derek nodded. "Yes,
honey, I'm afraid so." Kym reached out and held him.
Derek wrapped his arms around her. "We aren't going
to let it," she whispered. "I won't let
it." Jonathan entered the room. "What's
wrong?" Derek calmly told him what was going on.
Jonathan swallowed hard. "So what are we going to
do?" he asked. Derek smiled weakly. "I don't
know. Did the journal mention anything?" Jonathan
jumped up. "I'll check right away." He patted
Kym on the back on the way out. "It'll be all right
sweetie." Kym tried to look brave. "Thanks
Jonathan." Derek turned back to his wife and smiled.
"It will be all right." She stood up.
"Sure, it will." Derek stood, too, and placed
his hand on her arm. "I promise you." Kym
raised an eyebrow. "You can promise me that?"
He nodded firmly. "Yes, I can promise you
that." "All right then. Let's figure out a way
to stop this thing."

Kym rubbed her eyes, as she looked over yet another
text in the hopes of finding the answer. So far, she was
having no luck. If these texts were correct, it was
Winston who had to stop this thing and she and Derek had
no control over it. There has to be a way! Kym thought. I
will not give up! "Hi," a voice behind her
said. Kym jumped and turned around. Her friend Isabel
Marquez stood there. "Isa!" Kym cried happily,
rushing up to hug her friend. "How are you?"
"I'm all right," Isabel replied, hugging Kym
back. "I hope you don't mind me coming up. Derek let
me in." "Not at all," Kym said. She was
overjoyed to see her friend. "I haven't seen you
since I got married." "I know," Isabel
said softly. "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't
get away from New York." Kym waved her hand.
"Oh that's all right." She gestured to her
surroundings with a smile. "So what do you
think?" Isabel laughed. "Quite a life I'll
admit that. Derek seems like a nice man." "He
is," Kym agreed. Isabel grinned slyly. "And
rather handsome as well." Kym felt her face flush
bright red. "I hadn't noticed," she murmured.
"Whatever," her friend replied. "I did not
fly all the way to California to discuss your sex life.
Not yet anyway." "Not yet "
Kym's voice drifted off. "So what are you here to
discuss?" "I'm not sure," Isa said.
"I just felt like I had to see you." Kym had
always suspected that Isabel had a touch of the sight.
"Well, here I am. So what should we talk
about?" Isabel considered. "On second thought,
let's talk about your love life!"

Despite Kym and Derek's assurances that they had
plenty of room, Isabel decided that she had best stay at
a hotel that night. "I just have a bad feeling in
this place," she had said to Kym when her friend had
questioned her on the matter. "It's just not
right."

Kym told Derek what Isabel had said later that night.
"Maybe she can feel a presence," he suggested.
"I'd put money on it," Kym said. She was
sitting on his bed in her pjs. Derek sat down and looked
at her expectantly. "What?" she asked, catching
his look. "Aren't you going to go to your
room?" he asked. "Nope," Kym replied.
"I'm sorry Derek, but if we have less than a week
together I'm going to spend as much time with you as
possible. Do you realize how little I know about
you?" "You know a lot about me," he
argued. Kym shook her head. "I don't know the little
things. Like, what's your favorite colour?" Derek
realized that he didn't know the "little
things" about her either. So they proceeded to talk
until two in the morning, just getting to know each other
better. And it was one of the nicest evenings that they
had spent together.

The next morning, all was quiet in the Legacy house
when Derek awoke. Kym was still sound asleep next to him,
or at least she was for a moment. It seemed that Kym
could sense when he woke up and she came awake a moment
later. "Good morning," she said. "Good
morning," Derek replied. "How are you?"
Kym smiled and tried to look brave. "I'm all right.
How are you?" Derek gave her a hug. "I'm fine
and I will continue to be fine." "I hope
so," Kym replied. "I'm growing rather attached
to you." Derek was surprised. What is she saying? He
wondered. "I've grown attached to you too."
They both sat in silence, trying to decide what to say
next. As Kym looked into Derek's eyes she felt as though
she might cry. I don't want to lose him, she thought.
"Derek, I " Kym began. Derek looked at her
expectantly. "You, what?" "I love
you." Derek's vision blurred. Colors ran together,
the world spun around. "What?" "I love
you," Kym repeated. It felt good to finally say it.
"I love you too," Derek said. Kym was surprised
to say the least. "You do?" He smiled at her.
"Yes, I do." Impulsively, Kym pulled his face
down to meet hers and kissed him. Derek kissed her back.
She loves me! He thought joyously. She loves me!

"So then he said he loves me too," Kym told
Isabel. Isabel smiled and took a sip of her coffee.
"That's wonderful. So I take it you two are
happy?" Kym looked thoughtful. "Yeah, I guess
so. Isa, I'm so scared of losing him!"
"Why?" Isabel asked. Kym sighed. "I just
have a horrible feeling that we can't be happy."
"Of course you can!" Isabel exclaimed.
"Don't worry, Kym. Didn't your mother ever tell you
that love conquers all?"

Love conquers all. Isabel is right. Kym thought. Derek
and I can beat this thing if we stick together. "Hi,
Derek," Kym called as she entered the castle.
"Where are you?" Duncan appeared. "Dr.
Rayne is in his office, madam," he said. Kym smiled.
"Thank you Duncan," she said. Kym quickly went
up to Derek's office and stepped inside. "Hi."
Derek looked up and a grin spread across his face when he
saw her. "Hello." Kym suddenly felt shy.
"How are you doing?" "I'm fine, stop
worrying." She smiled weakly. "I can't."
Derek stood up. "I think I found a way to beat this
thing."

("Sometimes I am frightened, but I'm ready to
learn for the power of love."*)

"Really?" Kym tried not to get her hopes up.
Derek nodded. "Yes, come over here." She
stepped over to him. He was pointing out something in the
journal. "Perhaps if I can convince this evil that I
am my father I can beat it." Kym sighed.
"Derek, how can you do that? You don't really look
like him." "Doesn't matter." She tried a
different approach. "Derek, I love you, but you
aren't much of an actor." (So I'm not stepping on
any toes here that is a joke.) "I'm sure I can act
like my father," his tone said that he was certain.
"You're serious about this, aren't you?" Kym
asked. "You are actually going to do this?"
"I am actually going to do this," he agreed.
"Then may God have mercy on us both."

"That's insane!" Jonathan announced.
"It's official. I'm sorry Kym, but your husband has
lost his mind.' "That's exactly what I said when he
told me," Kym agreed. Derek rolled his eyes.
"Will you two stop? Everything will be fine!"
His friends turned to look at him. "Derek, I have a
very bad feeling about this," Kym said. "So do
I," Jonathan chimed in. "It will be all
right," Derek assured them. "I would not lie to
you." "Okay, honey," Kym could see that
their disbelief was getting on his nerves. "What do
you want us to do?" "Stay out of the way,"
Derek said promptly. "This is my battle."
Jonathan stepped over to Kym. "Try to talk him out
of this," he whispered before he left the room.
"Derek," said Kym. "I most certainly will
not stay out of the way." Derek felt his patience
thin. "Kym, when you married me you promised to
love, honor and obey. Now is the time to obey me!"
Now it was Kym who felt anger flare inside her.
"Don't you ever talk to me that way again, Derek
Rayne! I will not obey you on this! When we got married I
couldn't stand you!" Oh God, Kym thought. She
instantly regretted that last remark. Hurt flashed
through Derek's eyes. "Is that true?" he asked.
"No!" Kym cried. "Oh, Derek, I'm sorry! I
didn't mean it, I was just angry." He nodded, still
stinging from her comment. "All right." Kym
walked over to Derek and wrapped her arms around him.
"I'm sorry." He hugged her back. "You're
forgiven." "You're loved," she whispered.
"As are you," he replied. "But, my dear,
you must trust me." "I will try," Kym
said. "Kiss me for luck." He kissed her.
"I feel luckier already." Kym smiled sadly.
"I don't." Derek kissed her again.
"Now?"' "A little. Just be careful."
He smiled. "I will. Promise." Now they could do
nothing but wait.

("Where have all the good men gone and where
are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to
fight the rising arts? Isn't there a white knight upon a
fiery steed?"*)

The clock struck midnight and Derek awoke with a
start. I must have dozed off, he thought groggily. As his
eyes focused he noticed a man standing in front of him.
"Who are you?" he asked the man carefully.
"Are you Winston Rayne?" the man asked in
reply. "Yes," Derek said. "But who are
you?" "Name's Charles." "Hello,
Charles," Derek said calmly. "What can I do for
you?" Charles' eyes flashed dangerously. "You
betrayed me, Mr. Rayne. I will not let you get away from
it." Derek stood up. "And what are you going to
do about it?" A knife flashed. "You must
die!" he lunged at Derek. "No!" Kym cried.
She threw herself at Charles. "Kym don't!"
Derek shouted. It was too late. Charles flew forward and
Derek leapt from his path. Kym's sudden attack surprised
Charles, but didn't throw him off course. He merely threw
Kym into the wall and continued toward Derek. Kym shook
her head to clear it. She was a little stunned from being
tossed but didn't let that stop her. Kym jumped to her
feet and screamed. "Stay away from him!"
"Winston," Charles growled, paying Kym no heed.
"Charles, I'm sorry for the pain I've caused
you," Derek said. "Can't you find it in your
heart to forgive me?" The ghost seemed to stop and
consider. "You killed me! An eye for an eye, the
Bible says." The anthropologist did his best to
remain calm. He glanced at Kym, who was awaiting any sign
that he needed her help. "The bible also teaches
that you should turn the other cheek." Charles
appeared ready to argue the matter. "You killed me!
That is an unpardonable sin!" "Yes," Derek
agreed, speaking as Winston. "But why do you want to
kill my son?" "Your son?" Charles said.
"It is Winston Rayne that I am out to kill." Oh
no! Kym thought. He doesn't want to kill Derek he wants
to kill Winston! And now Derek has convinced Charles that
he's Winston. Derek looked at Kym. She looked as though
she was about to start crying. "No!" She cried.
Charles turned to her. "And just who are you?"
"I'm Derek's wife, Kym," she said, stepping
forward. He sneered. "Who is Derek?" Kym
gestured. "He is. That's not Winston Rayne, that's
Derek Rayne." Charles sneered. "I should have
guessed. The sins of the father shall be visited upon the
son." Kym tried another approach. "Charles are
you a religious man?" She glanced at Derek who was
advancing toward them and shook her head.
"Aye," he replied. "I'm a God fearing
man." Kym used that to her advantage. "Well,
then you will remember that the Bible says,
"vengeance is mine, saith the Lord." Charles
glared at her. "What is your point?"
"Well," Kym said. "I am saying that you
shouldn't take revenge into your hands. If Winston Rayne
actually did kill you, then he is paying for his
sins." "Winston is dead?" Charles
inquired. "Yes," Derek said. "He died when
I was still a child." "I thought that you were
Winston " the ghost seemed confused. "No,
" Derek said. "I am his son, Derek."
"Derek," Charles remained thoughtful. "And
you are his wife?" Kym nodded. "Yes."
Charles closed his eyes. "Lord forgive me. Vengeance
is yours, not mine. Please see that Winston Rayne gets
what he deserves." He turned to Derek. "Derek
Rayne, I hope that your father rots in hell. See that you
don't end up leading a life like his." He spat in
Derek's face and vanished. Kym stepped over to Derek. She
handed him a Kleenex. "What does that feel
like?" Derek wiped his face. "Interesting to
say the least. When did you become such a
philosopher?" Kym shrugged. "When I realized
that you were about to be murdered for your father's
sins." Derek smiled. "I guess my plan wasn't as
smart as I thought." "It was a good
plan until he decided that Winston was his ultimate
goal." Derek gently put an arm around her.
"Yes, I agree." "Perhaps you will bow down
to my expertise occasionally," Kym suggested a
teasing tone in her voice. "Don't count on it,"
Derek answered, his eyes twinkling. "Well," Kym
said. "Then can you promise me one thing?"
"Anything," Derek said promptly. "Please,
please, try not to get yourself killed. I've grown rather
attached you," Kym grinned. "Only if you
promise if you do the same," Derek smiled.
"I've grown rather attached to you as well."
"Then we have an agreement. Let's keep it. Till
death do us part." "Till death do us
part," Derek whispered as he kissed her.

THE END

NOTE FROM SELENA: "A
Single Twist of Fate" was one of the hardest pieces
I've ever written. I had to write this the way I wanted
it written, while still trying to make sure it would make
others happy. (That is, after all, the ultimate
goal.)However, I couldn't have done it alone, and I want
to give some thanks to those who helped me. To Connor:
Thanks for the encouragement. Hey, ask your "double
bakers dozen" to let me know what they think! To
Carla: Your compliments gave me the confidence I needed
to finish this-thank you! To Deb: Ahh, mi amiga. Thank
you so much for your constant pep talks. I'm trying not
to let it get to me! To Nancy: My fellow writer, thank
you for your ideas, they completed this story. To my
fellow Poltergirls: As promised.

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